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Sunday, October 31, 2010

Gone the Past

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We came home for me. So i could take a break, rest, and heal. It turned out that work, going to school and more work were the "pills...
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Thursday, July 1, 2010

Newness

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the old rings back as newness it brings how can this be? or t'is just fancy musings? for words that go lost along with memory trail, for...
Tuesday, January 19, 2010

Happiness

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Thursday, September 24, 2009

Remembering Wildflower

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in memory of the one who chose to die in order to live again...and again, and again...WOMAN.
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In Memory of...

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Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Ruminations

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Ravaged in Stillness By: Pinky Tabor My head hits the pillow that lies between my two sons napping. More than half of the day is done. I cl...
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Sunday, May 24, 2009

Sharing Shakespeare's Shakening oh Soh...

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SONNET 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with...
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Wife. Mother of two. Woman. Child within. Girlfriend. Recovering dreamer. Artist. Currently living inside a refinery of a different kind. Domesticated jungle girl. A divine work in progress.
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